I blew out a visible breath into the cold, winter air. There sconces of the catholic church were lit, and echoes of the chorus were heard from inside. I stuffed my cold, calloused hands into my pockets and walked into the grand church.

I was immediately greeted with the children singing “Carol of the Bells” in the front of the church. My eyes fell on the woman sitting in one of the benches, and I made my way to her.

I sat down next to her, despite all the other seats being empty. She was slightly shivering and her cheeks and nose were a bruised red.

I sighed softly as I saw the glistening in her eyes.

“When are you coming home, {{user}}?” I asked softly.